Tiny man lives by bread and cheese alone
Last night, The Younger was adamant that he would not eat a quesadilla, no way, no how. He also wouldn’t have a grilled cheese, or cheese and crackers. “Yuck!” But Annie’s mac and… Read More
Last night, The Younger was adamant that he would not eat a quesadilla, no way, no how. He also wouldn’t have a grilled cheese, or cheese and crackers. “Yuck!” But Annie’s mac and… Read More
Does this repeat post mean I’m now officially a Bunny Blogger? Is there money in that? In theory, I love the originals of all literature, nothing removed, nothing censored, exactly as the author… Read More
A rerun. I hope it’s an oldie-but-goodie. It seems I blog about bunny-related stuff a lot. Easter is just full of hazards. The Eldest and I attended a big egg hunt a few… Read More
Three after-school activities seem like enough for The Elder, but it’s hard to hold back when all of the other six-year-olds are not just doing soccer, but soccer, tee-ball, hockey and basketball, and… Read More
Last Friday, it happened again. I served dinner, and everybody cried. Well, not me or my husband, or the cat. Just the two little boys with rarefied tastes – who are far too… Read More
“Seeds! Seeds!” shrieks the three-year-old, terrified of the tiny flecks of white in his seedless watermelon. Kid, I say, you don’t know from watermelon seeds. Once upon a time, eating a slice of… Read More
When the kids are jumping on their beds, pulling things out of drawers, chanting their little gleeful war chants, pretending to be cats and dragons, and telling us they need a third dinner,… Read More
When you decide to go ahead and have the second kid despite the obvious lack of acknowledgment that you’re not ever going to go anywhere or be able to act like a normal… Read More
Today I found this intriguing New Yorker write-up of a book that suggests young kids might be better off learning to machete the lawn themselves, but only after learning to boil the shellfish… Read More
